The Alpha's Abused Daughter

Soul Stripping

“Freya.”

He just stood there, staring at me like I’d confused him.

“Jensen,” I replied, already rolling my eyes as I turned on my heel. “I know. You told the whole class.”

I didn’t wait for a response. I just walked away.

Because of my blood, I could get away with being a smartarse.

Didn’t mean I should.

Stick to the plan.

Keep your head down. Finish school. Get out. Run as far as possible from my father—the Alpha.

No distractions.

Just survive.

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As I moved down the hallway, past rows of lockers, I caught snippets of conversation from a group of human girls.

“He smells like pure s*x,” one of them giggled. “Like the kind you’d drag behind the stadium and just—”

I tuned them out.

Alphas had that effect on people.

Unless you were like me.

Then other girls avoided you—or hated you. And males? They didn’t see you as a person. Just leverage. Power. Something to use.

It was all the same.

Money. Land. Status. Women.

Constant battles over things that never mattered.

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“Freya! Hey—wait up!”

I didn’t realise he’d been following me until I felt a hand land on my back.

Pain shot through me.

I flinched hard, instinctively pulling away—but at the same time, his scent wrapped around me, calming and sharp all at once.

“Jensen,” I said, forcing a smile to hide it. “Are you stalking me now?”

My mother always said a woman could hide anything—pain, fear, heartbreak—behind a pretty smile.

I hated how right she was.

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“You wish,” he smirked. “I just don’t know anyone here… and you’re the only one who talks to me like a normal person.”

I almost laughed.

At least people talked to him.

I had Lawrence… and even that didn’t make sense sometimes.

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“I’m more of a loner,” I said. “Being around me will ruin your status pretty quickly. You sure you want that?”

He frowned, a deep crease forming between his brows.

“I’ll take my chances,” he said lightly. “Now… where is psychology with Mrs Oakley? I’d be forever in your low-status debt.”

A low chuckle followed—deep, rich.

His Alpha aura pressed against me.

Even weak as mine was… I felt it.

I hated it.

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“Same timetable, blondie,” I said, turning toward Building B. “Looks like you are stalking me. Come on.”

Stick to the plan, Freya.

No distractions.

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“Thanks, Ginger Princess.”

I shot him a look.

Fair. But still annoying.

We walked in silence for a while before he spoke again.

“Freya… I have to ask something.”

I tensed.

“I can sense your Alpha blood. But I also smell fear. And blood. You flinched earlier.”

His voice dropped slightly.

“Has someone hurt you?”

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My heart slammed against my ribs.

I couldn’t tell him.

If my father found out…

I wouldn’t just be punished.

I’d be finished.

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“I think you’re overstepping, Alpha Jensen,” I said coldly. “And it’s not your place to assume anything about me.”

I kept walking.

“I fell in the shower. And the ‘fear’ you’re smelling? Probably annoyance. From a big, arrogant Alpha trying to ruin my only quiet time.”

I didn’t slow down.

Using his title was deliberate.

A warning.

We didn’t use titles at school—not around humans.

He’d know exactly what I meant.

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I thought that would end it.

I was wrong.

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A hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me back.

My body hit his chest.

His breath brushed my neck—warm, steady.

“Just so we’re clear,” he murmured near my ear, voice low and dangerous, “if I ever see a bruise on you… I’ll bring hell down on whoever did it.”

My breath caught.

“I’m not an Alpha yet,” he added, “but that’s my promise.”

Then he let go.

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I walked straight into class, not looking back.

My face burned, my pulse racing.

I hadn’t even realised I’d been holding my breath.

What the hell was that?

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I sat at the back, trying to focus, but every few minutes I could feel his eyes on me.

I couldn’t stay.

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I raised my hand.

Mrs Oakley looked over, and I mouthed, cramps.

She called me up quietly.

“What’s wrong, Freya? Are you okay, sweetie?”

She was kind. Always had been.

Too kind.

“I just need some paracetamol and to lie down,” I said softly.

Guilt twisted in my stomach.

“Oh, honey, go straight to the nurse,” she said. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you.”

I took the hall pass and left quickly.

I could feel his gaze burning into my back.

I didn’t turn around.

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I convinced the nurse to let me go home early.

I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

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When I got home, the silence hit me first.

Peace.

No shouting. No footsteps. No tension.

Just quiet.

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I collapsed onto my bed, trying to calm my thoughts.

My father.

Jensen.

Both Alphas.

Both dangerous in very different ways.

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I must have fallen asleep.

Because the next thing I felt…

Was a hand on my leg.

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It slid higher.

Too high.

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I jolted awake.

My father stood at the end of the bed.

And beside him—

James.

His Beta.

His hand still on me.

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“What the hell—get off me!” I shoved at him. “Father, make him stop!”

James only smirked.

“You smell like another wolf,” my father said slowly, stepping closer. Alcohol clung to his breath.

“We were just checking,” James added, voice thick with amusement. “Making sure you’re not a w***e like your mother.”

My stomach dropped.

They could smell Jensen.

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“I was at school,” I said quickly. “There are wolves everywhere—of course I smell different. Please—”

Fear poured out of me.

They both noticed.

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James’s hand moved again.

Closer.

“I’ve always wanted an Alpha Princess,” he muttered.

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“Enough,” my father snapped. “She’s still mine.”

My blood ran cold.

“For now,” he added. “She’ll be yours when she Turns. A deal is a deal.”

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No.

No. No. No.

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“Please—Father, you can’t,” I begged. “The Moon Goddess will choose—”

“How dare you,” he roared.

His aura slammed into me.

I couldn’t move.

Couldn’t breathe.

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His hand wrapped around my throat, lifting me off the ground.

Claws bit into my skin.

Pain exploded as his fist drove into my stomach.

Again.

And again.

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I couldn’t breathe.

Everything blurred.

⸻

He dropped me.

My body hit the floor hard.

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“Like I said,” he muttered, turning away. “She’ll be yours in a few nights.”

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I curled into myself, fighting to stay conscious.

I couldn’t pass out.

I didn’t know what they’d do if I did.

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A voice sounded from the doorway.

“Alpha… Acting Alpha Jensen is here. He requests a meeting.”

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Relief hit me so hard it almost hurt.

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“Clean yourself up,” my father snapped. “You should be ashamed of how you make me act.”

They walked out.

James lingered just long enough to smirk at me.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, princess.”

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The door shut.

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I dragged myself up, locked it, and leaned against it.

Only when I knew I was alone…

Did everything go black.